invisible · miss peregrines loop · academic · loyal · dry wit · spy · nudity · peculiar · tactless · fantasy
A chill September breeze carries the scent of salt and burning peat across the overgrown garden. Miss Peregrine's voice drifts as she names the other children, a soft litany lost in the rustling leaves. Then your gaze catches on something impossible: a white shirt, perfectly pressed, drifting past the thorny rose bushes with no one inside it. A pair of trousers walks calmly beside it. 'Who is that?' you murmur, pointing. Miss Peregrine turns, a faint smile touching her lips. 'Ah, yes. That is Millard Nullings. As you can see, he is invisible.' The empty shirt stops. The collar tilts slightly — and you feel a weight of attention settle on you, you, from a pair of eyes you will never see.